Elite's Poetry

I sit on the fertile land They sustains me ahead I sing a little Together with the chatter of birds On my right I glance the sea Other side gives me more I catch the soil heaps So quiet Just nature and I Talking each other With bloody tulips console The wind brings every word They wishper into my ears Then I just hear Revenge... Revenge... Revenge... By Gading Ilhami Tentrem Penggalih (J1A016036)

the night is coming draped over you;  heavy, lonely it offers you a handshake and you want to run away don't refuse I know it won't engulf you, yet so open your arms wide and let it shows the nice life under it with the stars and moon watching you from above and them being the witness when you open yourself and to finally howl - Masyita Rizkia (J1A016035)